Succubus
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Romance (16+)
Release Date: December 1st 2016
Christian is the Catholic Church’s best executioner. Dedicated.
Devout. Deadly. Ever since the Church saved him from the decimated ruins of his
hometown, his commitment to their cause has been unshakable.
Then he’s sent to execute Lilith, who lives in Seal Beach, California. He’s
baffled. Lilith is afraid of men. The Church believes she’s a succubus, but he
just can’t see it. Yet the way men—both human and monster alike—act as if
they’ve been possessed whenever she’s near is disturbing.
With lustful men attacking Lilith and monsters attacking him for being near
Lilith, Christian must uncover what’s really going on, and soon, or innocent
blood will run through the streets—as will his own.
Love. It can kill a man.
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How Christian Met Lilith
Seal Beach really was a beautiful place,
Christian mused. It was a perfect fusion of modern architecture and quaint
shops in a tropical setting. It was also relatively quiet and peaceful; nothing
at all like Los Angeles.
At this time of day, LA would have been
bustling, with crowds of people walking down the street and cars honking in
jam-packed traffic. The repugnant scent of a thousand bodies mixing together
would overwhelm his senses, leaving him doing everything humanly possible not
to gag.
Such was not the case in Seal Beach. Only a
few people walked down the street: a small family getting an early start on the
day, a young couple going out for breakfast, and a middle-aged man talking on
his cell phone. That was about it. Only a few cars driving down the road.
Christian counted no more than twelve.
Yes, this place was truly a bastion of
peacefulness and tranquility. If only he could have been stationed here instead
of Los Angeles. It was regrettable that this place didn't warrant an
Executioners office.
Christian looked down at the map on his
tablet. His location was shown as an arrow, his destination as a blue dot. A
green line connected the arrow to the dot, showing which streets he should
travel. The Crema Café was less than a mile from his location.
According to the reviews that he had read when
checking his phone, this was one of the most popular cafés in the vicinity;
good food, a peaceful atmosphere, and excellent customer service—just what he
was looking for. Maybe he could even read a chapter or two of his light novel
when he arrived. That would be nice.
“Ah!”
As he turned a corner, a much smaller body
crashed into him. A feminine yelp knocked him from his thoughts, and also
knocked him off balance. Being bigger than whoever crashed head-first against
his chest, he didn’t stumble backward more than a few steps, though he did
almost drop his tablet. Only his quick reflexes stopped it from cracking
against the pavement.
Shaking his head and internally berating
himself for his lack of awareness―a Warrior should always be aware of his
surroundings ―Christian looked down to see who he had crashed into…
… and froze.
A young woman around his age sat on the ground
before him. Blond hair cascaded down her back like an effervescent waterfall,
the sunlight reflecting off each strand, granting her an otherworldly, almost
heavenly, appearance. Her face, illuminated by the sun, looked like it had been
lovingly crafted by angels. A cute button nose sat below azure-blue eyes. Above
the gentle rise of her chin were pink Cupid’s bow lips, which glistened in the
light as if she was wearing shiny lip gloss.
Christian glimpsed beautifully crafted thighs
and shapely calves. Her small feet were adorned with sandals that left her cute
little toes free to wiggle about. A light blue sundress flattered her figure.
Her beauty was not the reason that Christian froze. There was no mistaking this
girl. He’d made sure to memorize her picture before coming here. While she was
far more beautiful in person, there could be no doubt in his mind about her
identity.
Was it fate, or perhaps will of God that he
would meet his target so soon after arriving in town? Truly, the Almighty
Creator must have been smiling down at him, delivering his target right into
his grasp.
Now that he had found her, all he needed to do
was get her alone somewhere, someplace where no one else would tread, perhaps
an alley, where he could finish her off. A butterfly knife to the heart was not
the most efficient way to kill someone, but it would have to do.
“Ouch.” The voice sounded like the tinkling of
wind chimes. He focused on the girl sprawled on the sidewalk. She was rubbing
her apparently sore backside. “What hit me?”
“I’m really sorry about that,” Christian said,
his tone polite. If he wanted to get her somewhere alone, he needed to play
this cool. “Here, let me help you up.”
Before he could even offer the girl his hand,
she froze.
He wondered if something was wrong. Maybe that
fall had injured her more than he had assumed.
Those thoughts were dispelled when the girl
looked up at him. Christian was shocked at the terror etched on her face. Her
eyes were wide, her pupils were dilated, and her mouth hung open in abject
horror. He had seen this look before, on the faces of monsters right before he
killed them.
The most telling sign of her fear was not the
look on her face, though it certainly completed the image, but the way her body
shook, as if the mere sight of him caused her body to lose control of its
muscles.
Why does she look so afraid of me? I
haven’t done anything to warrant such fear yet.
“Miss, are you—”
“Kya!”
Christian’s face scrunched up at the odd
noise. “Kya?”
He watched, surprised, as the succubus
scrambled backward, away from him. She was still on the ground, using her hands
and feet to crawl away like some kind of crustacean. Her face remained frozen
in terror. What was going on?
“Um… excuse me?”
He took a step forward.
“M-m-m―it-it’s a-a MAN!” the girl shouted, and
scrambled to her feet.
Christian could do nothing but stare as the
blonde beauty bolted, running away from him like Satan was nipping at her
heels. She disappeared around the next corner.
After several seconds of staring at the now
empty sidewalk, Christian summed up his thoughts in a few short words.
“What in God’s name just happened?”
***
Lilith didn’t know how far she ran. The only
thing that mattered was getting away from that man. All she wanted to do was
run so far that there was no chance of him catching up to her, provided he was
even aware enough to chase her down. She hoped that she was lucky, and that he
was too stunned by her to move.
She eventually stopped between two buildings,
her forehead covered in sweat. She quivered in fear and exhaustion as
adrenaline left her system, draining her of what little energy she had
possessed.
She leaned against the red brick wall of a
small convenience store, breathing heavily. Her legs felt weak. They were
shaking, and she wondered how long it would be before they gave out on her.
It took her a long while to regain her
composure. The task was harder than she remembered it being, but that didn’t
surprise her in the least. Ever since the incident that had destroyed her life,
Lilith had been unable to even look at a man without feeling the stirrings of
fear, never mind going near one. She’d had a few close calls since then, and
each one left her a shaking wreck. The last time she encountered a man, Maria
had been forced to come to her college because she’d locked herself in a
science lab, refusing to come out unless Maria was there.
Thankfully, her workplace didn’t have any male
employees, though a few dads stopped by to pick up their children. She did her
best to not be present when they showed up.
Several seconds passed before the shuddering
ceased. With one final glance in the direction she had run from, Lilith began
walking to work. She needed to get her mind off what had just happened, and the
best way to do that was to spend time doing something that required her full,
undivided attention.
***
Christian was still reeling from the events
that had transpired with his target. He kept trying to wrap his mind around
what he had witnessed. Try as he might, he couldn’t quite comprehend what that
had been about.
That girl, the one that he felt sure was his
target, had run away from him with terror in her eyes. He was positive that she
didn’t know his identity. How could she? But if that was the case, then why did
she run away?
With a shake of his head, he entered The Crema
Café, his mind pondering the events of a few seconds ago. The café was
pleasantly busy. A few people sat around the scattering of tables and booths,
chattering away. There was a bit of a line in front of the register, where
people were ordering meals. Waiters and waitresses walked to and fro between
tables and groups of people, smiling at customers and making idle conversation.
Christian moved to the back of the line. When
his turn came, he decided to go with the oatmeal banana buttermilk pancakes and
a coffee. The young girl at the register, who couldn’t have been older than
sixteen, gave him a small holder with a number on it, told him to find a seat,
and assured him that his order would be right up.
He decided to sit outside. It was too crowded
inside for his taste―he’d had more than enough of crowds from living in Los
Angeles―and it was a beautiful day anyway. Enjoying the mild weather and clear
blue sky sounded a lot better than being stuck in a small space full of tables
and people.
While he waited for his food to arrive,
Christian tried to read his light novel. It was beginning to get good. Kazuma,
the main character, was just about to have a showdown with his father, who had
kicked him out of their family nearly a decade before the start of the story.
Christian was anxious to find out what happened next.
Unfortunately, despite how much he normally
enjoyed reading light novels, the encounter with the girl that Intelligence
claimed was a succubus remained on his mind. In spite of not wanting to think
about what happened, he did, and it hampered his ability to focus on anything
else, leaving him unable to even enjoy his favorite pastime.
“Here ya go, hon.” The voice and a plateful of
delicious-looking pancakes being placed in front of him shook Christian from
his musings. He looked up to see an elderly woman serving him. She put an empty
cup on the table next to the plate, and then looked at him with a kind smile.
“Coffee will be ready in just a minute. Is
there anything else that I can get you?”
“No.” Christian shook his head, but was
suddenly struck by inspiration. He quickly called to the woman just as she was
about to leave. “Actually, there is something that I’d like to ask you.”
The woman turned around. “Oh? What would you
like to ask me?”
“I accidentally bumped into this girl on the
way here. She dropped her stuff and forgot to pick it up.” He reached down and
grabbed the bag full of food that his target had dropped in her haste. He had
picked it up and, not knowing what else to do, took it with him. “I wanted to
give it back to her, but don’t know where I should go to find her.”
“Ah, you met Lilith.” The woman had an
understanding look about her. Christian had the distinct impression that she
knew something he didn’t.
“Lilith?” He feigned ignorance.
“The girl you ran into; long blond hair, blue
eyes, absolutely gorgeous. Makes supermodels cry in envy.”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“Hon, you’d best just forget about returning
that to her. Even if you did manage to find her, she’d just run away again.”
“I’m not sure I understand.” Christian didn’t
need to feign confusion this time. “Why would she run away from me?”
“You must be new here or you wouldn’t be
asking that,” the old woman said. “The reason you won’t be able to come
anywhere near her is because Lilith has androphobia. She’s deathly afraid of
men.”
Oh, well, that made sense. His target was
afraid of men. If that was true, then it was only natural that she would run
away from… him…
… Wait.
What?
Brandon Varnell is a writer... the end.
... Just kidding.
Brandon Varnell is the writer of the American Kitsune series. He has absolutely
no skill at anything aside from writing and looking half-baked. He used to play
guitar, but due to laziness, he never went anywhere with it. He also used to
play a lot of video games, but after suffering this terrible affliction called
book addiction, he only plays occasionally these days. Brandon lives mostly
within his own imagination, but can occasionally be found in Phoenix, Arizona.
For several years now - at least three - Brandon has dreamed of becoming a
full-time author. He would love it if the time came when he could wake up,
write several thousand words, and then call it a day. To reach this goal, he
tends to write. A lot. He writes fan fiction, he writes original fiction, he
writes Erotic fiction... oh, wait. No, he doesn't. He just writes stories with
a lot of fan service.
Aside from being an avid writer, Brandon also likes to cosplay. You can
generally find him at the local Comicon dressed as various characters from
movies, video games and anime. It's also not all that unusual to find him
walking around town in a red trench coat, no shirt and carrying a large sword
on his back. Kudos to those of you who get the reference. His current favorite
people to cosplay are Han Solo (who doesn't want to be a roguish smuggler?), Cloud
Strife (he likes the big ass sword), Dante, and Squall Leonhart. He has also
thought of trying to cosplay as Darth Vader or Zero (Lelouch Lamperouge from
Code Geass), but has decided to stay away from all black cosplay since he lives
in Arizona - it's really hot in that state, you know.
He also loves anime, which makes a lot of sense, seeing how the entire American
Kitsune series is basically just one big anime parody.
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